Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Greece and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bizarre Inc. to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.